By M.R. Baird
This morning
A cornice of ice
Eyelid of the mountain
Half closed to blink
And freefall
Off that field of grey
Sky plow
Clear a view,
White on white
The light let in again,
Winter flower
Sharing its sweet fragrance
Draws open in the room,
To deepen the offering
Its true nature
Permeates my body,
So happiness,
Here we go.
Rachel Baird spends her winters walking Dogfish Bar for poetic inspiration.